My nick? Share your memory whilst you have it!

Ever since I was a toddler my life was linked to memory and death; my mother I can't remember, was too young when she passed; the memory of gone loved ones is lost forever for the living; there's suppressed memory in many families which leads to outbursts of calamities generations later. Life is memory.

In one of my favourite books - "Cién años de soledad" - the last moments of Aureliano Buendía are described:

"Entonces fue al castaño, pensando en el circo, y mientras orinaba trató de seguir pensando en el circo, pero ya no encontró el recuerdo."

"Then he went to the chestnut, and whilst urinating he tried to think about the circus, but he couldn't find the remembrance any more."

"Beneath each grave-stone lies a whole world's history." (H.Heine)

--shmem

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